Lyrics:
Damn bro, I drop an album, they ain't give a fuck
Told her I'ma drop another, started talking bout my luck
I'm flippin' them bags dawg, and we
the basement
I see you on your Instagram with the product placement
I smack that Starbucks out ya hand cuz you all basic
I can tell that you spoiled by the way
and suck up every one of us
Said that bitch a time of fun, and now she wanna live with us
She did that thingy with her tongue, I wanna put some kids in her
I
just to cover the raw flesh
A rather ugly brother with flows that's gorgeous
Drop dead joints hit the whips like bird shit
They need it like a hole in
care 'bout nothing 'cept to get this album out dog
Fuck e'ry body in the world of this outlaw
Coming to you live from my home studio
In south side
wife
The Crumby Freak Brothers took their toll
The Doobie Brothers got me on a roll
"Dave's not here" titillated my soul
All I knew was stuffing bowls
all you scooby dooby doobie brothers
And your mamas & your papas with your sister wives in living color
Boob-tube overdubbers, rubber ducky anal lovers
smoke a doobie snooze
Then we wake up, shake up, girls put on your makeup
We're going to tear up the club
Every time the bass drops and the bottle pops
first album I was sitting
on the steps in front of my apartment when a gypsy
woman passed by. She stopped and asked me if I would
like my fortune read
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
You wanted smoke, lil bitch,
Take a hit of this dope lil bitch
Well you was on live saying my name,
You already know lil bitch,
You callin me out,
Wo-ah Na Na na na
Blazing Na na na blazing
Blazing by the ocean golden hour
Feels amazing
I'm patrolling of the coast of Kailua
Sunset chasing
And I
afternoon cause I can find a job anytime
Step off my behind I'm in a Doobie Brothers state of mind
Run-D.M.C., AT&T, yo they both Be Illin'
I
the cheesiest (mine)
And I'm sworn to keep their eyes on more than CBS
I make the Funk Doobie turn to a process
I mob just any nigga, I don't care who he
I
Walker, Doobie
Lee Harvey Oswald shot by Jack Ruby
But who really shot JFK?
Man still trying to explore space
While climate change continues apace
Too many
a live concert
And hear the brothers Doobie
I'd like to show ya'
A groovy place thats right up the street
I'll take you back to my bomb-ass crib
Show you
a
lower middle class family with only one brother Michael whom I love
dearly. He was five years my senior. My father's nickname was Red which I
could
stressing doing more drugs
Not to mention if you test them they be four guns
I need funds with some versatile out of order
Now I'm posted up by the Eddie
more drugs
Not to mention if you test them they be four guns
I need funds with some versatile out of order
Now I'm posted up by the Eddie Bauer
joke momma jus roll this
You can hit it after my lil' brother say he straight
You gone get yo turn, on the doobie bitch jus' wait
No beginner luck,
Well Happy Cinco de Mayo to you
Even though I like your brother Joey better
Well Cinco de Mayo is the time of year
When I shove an avocado directly
But I didn't know it would end up like this
Straight from the 4 I'm gonna rep where I live
If he going to play then he die where he stand
Niggas be
Pimping' living
Quickly sickly
Shouts to PAC I live my life
like this shit strict no biggie baby
Usually boogie bussing
Like em earthworms UN-dug
Tripping
the Amazon hunting
Poisonous dart bars I'm throwing by the hunnets
I got stamina like a marathon runner
Motion picture I'm a paramount wonder
See the tan I got
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